Chapter 545: ask his father for money

Chapter 545: ask his father for money

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This time, Aban, who was driving in front, couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Aban, are you rich?"

Children, no one is spared now.

"Well, you can sponsor some."

Just as love.

Moreover, the second young master was just teasing the young master.

After all, the young master has spoken, and he is not going to do anything bad, so how could the second young master not agree?

It's a pity, the children don't understand this truth yet!

So naive!

When the children heard it, they were very happy:

"Wow, Uncle Aban is so nice, thank you Uncle Aban."

Don't.

The boss is still sitting in the back.

I can't bear it!

Fortunately, someone didn't care about this at all, holding the phone and fiddling with something, and then lowered his head and asked:

"Little brat, what's the name of the orphanage you're talking about?"

"Just, Sunflower... It doesn't seem like... Dad, it's the little melon seed that I ate."

"sunflower?"

"Well, yes, it's sunflower."

It's hard for your father to understand your description.

I typed it on my mobile phone, and I actually found that the 'Sunflower Angel Welfare Institute' is located in the suburbs of northern Beijing.

I've never heard of this before, but I can often hear those from a certain Cross Society.

I briefly looked at some simple situations of the welfare home, including the information of the dean and so on.

After reading it, he instructed Aban:

"Aban, go check the situation later."

It doesn't mean that if you burn too much money, you can throw it out like a paper.

Especially the richer people are, the more stingy they are. This is absolutely true.

Even if you want to donate money, you have to confirm it first.

I don't want to be deceived.

This little brat is stupid and cute. He doesn't understand anything, so he came to his father to ask for money.

It really is....

Forget it, forget it.

It's not too important.

The car has now reached the gate of the city bureau:

"Second Master, here we are."

"Um."

The child was put down first, and fluttered to the doorman:

"Uncle, I'm here again, I'm here to find my mother!"

The uncle guard has long been familiar with the children:

"The porridge is here? Come in, the sun is shining outside, don't let it dry."

At the back, Shadow Emperor Fu, who was carrying a kettle full of watermelon juice, stepped in step by step.

The kid doesn't need to worry about anything here, he just runs away without stopping to wait for his dad or something.

Or his father shouted out:

"Fu Zhizhou, stop."

The child just brakes suddenly:

"dad?"

"Bring this up to your mother. If your mother is busy, you can come down to the training ground over there to find me, understand?"

"Mmmmm, I see, Dad."

Someone then handed the kettle to his son, then turned around and left.

As for whether the child can carry it or not, it is too lazy to care.

It's true that you can't carry it for long, but the child is smart and knows that he can't carry it, so he will hold it instead.

Hehehe hugged the kettle and climbed up the second floor step by step.

His dad can't stand it either!

Too much!

Of course, the police officer saw it first:

"Hey, porridge?"

"Hello, uncle."

"What are you holding? Do you need uncle's help?"

The kid shook his head:

"No, no, the porridge is the juice I brought for my mother, thank you uncle."

After that, the child continued to pant heavily. There was still some distance from the police station to the big office of the Interpol, maybe more than 20 meters.

In the Criminal Police Office, everyone is busy.

No one noticed when a small radish head appeared at the door.